And one day like any other day, bedroom windows open, he is gone into the sun tomake his movements golden, to steel his flight a monument of silver in the sky over Cleveland, over Chicago, the Dakota plains.

And we are still reeling.

Come back.Come back, Icarus.Plead our case to the sun but do not fly too close.

And it is a day like any other daywe lose him to a solar flare.All our litigation cannot raise him up again, our curtains closed in protest to the sun.